Chapter 540 Comrade Wang Xiulian’s performance time
Jiang Feng is a person who tastes good wine.
I pour it after three cups, and then go to bed after pouring it. I neither run around nor scream. Compared with Comrade Jiang Jiankang who likes to talk to others about a lot of chicken soup for the soul when he is drunk, Jiang Feng is simply a model drunkard.
When Jiang Feng woke up, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.
He slept for more than 20 hours, and he didn't even eat a bite of food before. As a result, when he woke up, his first reaction was to feel faint, and his second reaction was to be hungry. He didn't even feel a headache, but he just felt hungry.
Jiang Feng took a look at the clothes he was wearing. They were still the same ones he wore before losing consciousness. They smelled of alcohol, and Jiang Feng felt drunk even when he smelled them.
There were new clothes prepared for him by Comrade Wang Xiulian on the bedside. Jiang Feng first went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, changed his clothes, and then slowly went downstairs to get some food.
Everyone downstairs heard the noise above while Jiang Feng was taking a bath. They knew Jiang Feng was awake, and they didn't find it strange to see him come down.
"Er, here are the dumplings we just made. Do you want dad to cook you some dumplings?" Jiang Jiankang asked, holding a piece of dumpling wrapper in his hand.
"Yes, cook more, thank you dad." Jiang Feng said weakly.
Yesterday at noon, he took a preemptive strike with the attitude of dying early and being reborn. Before all the cousins could respect him, he started to respect all the cousins one by one. He poured the liquor into his mouth in large gulps. Those who didn't know it thought that Jiang Feng was the reincarnation of the God of Wine.
Then Jiang Feng smoothly fell down before paying tribute to all his cousins.
Also because of his lack of experience, Jiang Feng drank too much at once because he drank fast and violently. This time he was even more drunk than the previous times, which made him look listless and listless.
"Xiao Feng, come on, make some dumplings." Wang Xiulian waved to Jiang Feng and asked him to come over.
Jiang Jiankang went to cook dumplings for Jiang Feng, and his seat naturally became vacant. Jiang Feng took advantage of the situation and sat on the chair where Jiang Jiankang was sitting before and started making dumplings - the chair was still warm.
After wrapping the bag, Jiang Feng realized that something was not quite right about this situation.
How could his mother, Comrade Wang Xiulian, be sitting making dumplings with her two uncles and two aunts?
The harmony of this scene made him a little uncomfortable, and not only were they making dumplings together, Comrade Wang Xiulian was actually chatting with Jiang Feng's two uncles.
Jiang Feng looked over to the sofa again and saw his cousin, whose face he could recognize but whose name he couldn't quite name, sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, and felt that everything was normal again.
"Sister, I see that your face has lost a lot of weight. You must have been too busy going to Peking and lost weight, right?" Uncle Jiang Feng said with concern.
Jiang Feng carefully looked at Comrade Wang Xiulian's radiant round face and determined that his uncle was telling lies again.
"Really?" Comrade Wang Xiulian touched her face, "Maybe she has lost weight due to busy work. This Peiping is not a small place like City Z. In the capital, the restaurants are so big that they have to take care of everything. There is a lobby and a kitchen in the store. How about Bai Lai Hao employees? Can you stop being busy? You have to get up before dawn every morning and can’t go home until after 12 o’clock in the evening. Not to mention losing weight, I feel a lot more haggard and older.”
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"Xiulian, don't make yourself work so hard. You're not young anymore and your body can't withstand such a torment." Grandma Jiang Feng looked distressed when she heard this.
Wang Xiulian waved her hand and stopped making dumplings. She started to brag while sitting on the bench: "Mom, it's not hard work. I'm busy, but someone has to do the things in the store. Don't you know the competition in the catering industry in Peking?" How intense, so many drinks The restaurant has been open since the late Qing Dynasty and has not closed for more than 100 years. It is a time-honored restaurant, a new one, and there are many foreign restaurants and various cuisines. Our restaurant is new and has no foundation, so of course it has to be busy. "< br>
"How is the business?" the uncle asked curiously.
"Of course. Didn't I show you all the good reviews that customers wrote to Xiaofeng yesterday? I only excerpted a small section of more than 20 pages of good reviews. If the business was not good, there would be so many good reviews. ”
"Dad, Mom, you don't know how lively it was on the opening day. There were two tables of reporters alone, and all kinds of reports were overwhelming. Besides, if the business was not good, could I be so busy every day? I would be worried to death!"< br>
"Furthermore, the employees in our restaurant all graduated from prestigious schools. The management posts in the lobby are all very well-educated. The foreman is from Xiaofeng's school. His senior sister has a good-looking family and a high degree of education. Only this kind of person can be the foreman in our store, right Xiao Feng?" Wang Xiulian looked at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, you are very good at painting."
In the art department, the pigeon essence, once the middle of the family is now rising, obsessed with his younger brother and the outstanding talent of Taifeng Building.
"Before, there was a young man named Sun in our store. His family owned a restaurant in Fujian. Later he returned to inherit the family business. He also graduated from a prestigious school. He was that..."
"Wharton." Jiang Feng said.
"The one who graduated from Wharton, a world-class school!"
"Is he also the foreman?" Grandma Jiang Feng asked.
"Chef."
Grandma Jiang Feng:?
"Xiulian, the business in the store is so good, you have made a lot of money this year, right?" At this time, Jiang Feng's aunt Li Hong couldn't care less about jealousy and asked hotly.
She had already begun to figure out how much money she would borrow from Wang Xiulian later.
Li Hong has always been worried about the fact that Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang ignored them after they turned over, leaving her stunned but not getting any benefit at all. In Li Hong's heart, Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang should thank her. She felt that if she hadn't loaned them money to open the store, they would never have prospered in the future.
Completely forgetting the 50% interest he asked for when borrowing the money and his face after borrowing the money.
Although Comrade Wang Sulian was bragging, it didn't mean that she was bragging without thinking. She glanced at Li Hong warily, and her expression immediately turned into a look of sorrow.
"We are still making money, but our whole family is almost forced to jump off the building and hang ourselves because of the debt!"
Everyone else:? ? ?
Wang Xiulian's topic changed so quickly that they couldn't keep up with her pace.
"What's wrong with Xiulian? Didn't you just say that business was very good? What happened?" Grandma Jiang Feng looked worried.
"Mom, you don't know how expensive the housing prices are in Beiping. Think about it, although Jiankang, Jiankang, my brothers, I, and I have been doing well over the years, how can we afford so much? Money bought the restaurant.”
"This money is all borrowed!"
"More than three hundred million!" Wang Xiulian burst into tears, looking like she was overwhelmed by reality.
Jiang Feng's grandparents and two uncles were all shocked: "More than three hundred million?!"
"Xiulian, why do you owe so much money? Who do you owe it to? To the bank or to the country?" Grandma Jiang Feng was so frightened that she couldn't control the expression on her face.
"I owe a relative of the Jiang family. The elder is actually very easy to talk to. He is very easy to talk to now, but who knows what will happen in the future? I owe so much money and I can't sleep with worry every night. Otherwise, I wouldn't be like this. Work hard. That's more than three hundred million, not a few. I can pay it back in a year, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to pay it back until I die." Wang Xiulian looked sad, "Mom, don't look at the fact that this restaurant business seems to be booming, but the labor costs, water and electricity bills, and all kinds of miscellaneous things. Once the expenses are subtracted from the net profit, there is not much money at all.”
Jiang Feng nodded repeatedly from the side, yes, yes, only one to twenty million.
"When I pay back the money at the end of this year, my family won't even have any money left to buy pigs. When I get home, I can't even afford pigs. The children who have grown up during the Chinese New Year haven't even had a few bites of pork." Wang Xiulian thought about her own life this year. I feel even more sad because I haven’t even eaten two bites of pork during the Chinese New Year. “Sometimes I regret why I live a good life, but I want to run to Peking to open a restaurant.”
"But this is Grandpa Jiang Feng's lifelong wish after all. Even if I die, I may not be able to repay the money. Maybe I can pay it off when Jiang Feng gets married and gets old. The restaurant can be passed down like a family heirloom. In this way, the Jiang family can pass on something to the younger generations. Although we have worked a little harder, I think the effort and effort are worth it for the sake of the younger generations. ”
While talking, Comrade Wang Xiulian sighed: "Oh, there is no way, maybe we are destined to work hard, all for the sake of our children."
Jiang Feng's grandparents were so distressed that they secretly wiped away tears. Jiang Feng's grandmother held Wang Xiulian's hand: "Xiulian, don't work too hard. Your parents will feel bad if you continue like this."
"Yes, sister, it hurts when you say that!" Uncle Jiang Feng almost burst into tears.
"Second brother feels sorry for me too!" Second uncle Jiang Feng was already crying.
"I don't work hard, who does? Someone has to do the hard work. Grandpa Xiaofeng said that among the younger generations of the Jiang family, only Xiaofeng is a cook. This restaurant will definitely be handed over to him in the future. For Xiaofeng's sake, No matter how hard Feng works, it’s worth it. If I work harder for two years, he will have to work harder for two less years.”
As she spoke, Wang Xiulian wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and stood up: "Stop talking, why are you bringing up such troublesome things during the Chinese New Year? I'm going to see how Jiankang's dumplings are cooking."< br>
Wang Xiulian turned around and put away her expression. She could no longer act.
Comrade Wang Xiulian's acting skills have not yet been refined to the point where she can cry whenever she wants.
Jiang Feng, who had watched the whole drama: ...She is indeed my mother!
(End of chapter)